Kottonmouth Kings don't stand for a gang 
Kottonmouth Kings just let the nuts hang 
Everyday thing how we hang, how we hang 
Kottonmouth Kings just do their own thing 

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday 
Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day 
Make some room so these players can play 
So we can play on, play on 

Now I woke up this morning and I thought about Hoss 
Smoked a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawers 
Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain 
Slapped it down my waist and I let my pants hang 
Beanie on my head just to cover up my lump 
The night before got in a fight just cause I was drunk 
Grabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bong 
Took a rip held it in then I coughed up a lung 
Burn some incense so I can cover up the smell 
An everyday thing that I live to tell 
Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes 
If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies 
Dirty copper, dirty copper, dirty copper 

Now the stereo is on and the CD was bumpin' 
Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin' 
Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew 
Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crew 
Party later on, over by river jetties 
56th Street so you know there'll be some betties 
Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my destination 
Party time baby, its a nightly occupation 
Stepped out the pad, walked in the player's den 
On the way mail a letter to my brother in the pen 
There's a smile on your face from my smooth dub style 
See you later alligator, after a while crocodile 

Now a new day dawned, lets get things started 
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and farted 
Dip my blue jeans in some bleach and starches 
Mobbin' OC we need the golden arches 
D-Loc where you at? 
Saint's hung over and he started to yack 
Kicked out of Mickey D's cuz we don't know how to act 
Lets call up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sack 
Now tonight's the night like DJ Quik 
At least 3 parties that we gotta hit 
And if the cops show up were gonna start some shit 
Riot time baby-Kottonmouth Klick 
Punk rock music homegrown in OC 
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and Social D 
No Doubt, Agent Orange now the PTB 
The last generation of the dynasty 
Now the skates in the sack lets hit the ditch 
Broke up with my girlie cause the ho was a bitch 
Still that boy that be puttin' it down 
Representin' OC, P-Town 

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday 
Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day 
Make some room so these players can play 
So we can play on play on 

Brought the 77 slant nose V-dub Bug 
Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?) 
Its a little noisy but inside its all good 
Got two 15's underneath the hood 
Well I was rollin' down Yorba Linda Blvd. 
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', tainted hard 
Dodgin' and weavin' down suburban streets 
Till this one house wife started bitchin' at me 
So I pulled the bug over and I revved it up 
First gear lit em up, then I backed it up 
Over the curb, told her to kiss my ass 
Gave her the bird, boned out on that ass 
Back on the mission to score a sack 
77 boned out passed the Cadillac 
Heard a horn honk it was full of freaks 
Ladies on my tip cause I'm so unique 
Turn the bass high and I tilted my lid 
I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kid 
And you know I'm doin' shit that you wish you did 
Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I slid 
Stopped at the school jumped on my skate 
4 freaks showed up, one I use to date 
They broke out the blunt and they got me stoned 
Another day gone, so long, so long 

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday 
Didi dodi didi dodi day 
Make some room so these players can play 
So we can play on, play on 

(We don't let them know?) that we smoke out everyday 
Didi dodi didi dodi day 
Bring a fat sack so the homies can blaze 
So we can blaze on, blaze on 

Didi dodi didi dodi day 
Didi dodi didi dodi day 
Play on Blaze on 
Blaze on Play on 
Play on Blaze on 
Blaze on Play on